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Here's my final word on the subject.
PhatZane, you are completely off my radar now. I won't be baited by you, I won't even notice you here. You have no standing with me at all now. I don't want your address, I'm not coming over. You can't have my address, because you're a fucking tool. You're forgotten. You've been beaten with words and proven your own threats to be completely empty. If you REALLY wanted me that badly, you've had three chances. You're clearly not interested in backing up your threats. If you change your mind that leaves you with these choices:
1) Let it drop and stop being such a tool. If I see you in person, one day when you're not magically injured and you act like a tool, I'm still going to call you a tool. Realize you're in a lose-lose situation here. There are business people here that might one day want to hire you and look how you're behaving. Can you say loose cannon?
2) Scrape together the cash for a lawyer to file suit on me. The process server will easily find my address in the goverment records (tax, drivers license, medical etc. You will then have my address and you can take a gut check, and come get me when you want. Let me tell you now, however, I have two Rottweilers at my house that together outweigh you by double. The male alone is 150 pounds and won't be happy to see a tool creeping in his yard. Go stand on a scale, look at what it reads. Ask yourself if you like your odds. If you come to my house, most likely the Dog's will get you before me. When I finally do get ahold of you I will continue to beat you, then call the police. You've provided a wonderful written record of threats and your intent. You'll be bitten, beaten and sitting in jail. Can your 5 buddies that all share a house and rent a truck sometimes afford bail? Doubtful.
3) Keep talking about finding me at an event, walk over and take your best shot. I want you to know that you'll need to make your gut check first. I won't stand and yell with you or tell you how tough I am, it'll just be on. Now, normally when a 230 pound guy with at least some training and deffered assault charges cold cocks a 130 pound kid, there's going to be charges. In this case, however, you've provided enough written proof of your intent. You should also know that if you try cheap shot bullshit, like when I'm not looking from behind my back, one of my associates with me will put a hurting on you fast. You've been warned. If you feel you still want to be the man, walk up and show me your shit.
4) Continue to be a punk, maybe do some more punk like shit. Get a shit load of buddies, some weapons and talk tough. Me and my associates are not going to participate in a gang style war with kids, period. I'll just call the police flat out and you can test you physical prowness in provincial jail.
Use some logic, for a change Zane. Examine the facts. I'm much bigger, much more experienced than you, and you just keep telling me how afraid I am of you. I'm not sure how you can believe that, I assure you nobody else does. Many, many people have met. I'd bet at least ten people that know you have also met me. Ask yourself why not one person thinks you'll get the better of me. Not one.
You're digging such a hole it's not even funny. You keep saying more and more outrageous shit. There's no possible way you could live up to what you're building yourself up to be. It's plainly ridiculous.
The most ironic part of this whole thing, is it started off with me calling you a tool and ended up with you proving it beyond any doubt.
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